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From far across, through golden wheat, she comes.
The joy within her strives betrays the flame.
She brings with me my songs, and now we run,
Our hearts beat out a love too wild to tame.
We fall into each other's perfect rhyme:
It's here where we exist, one heart, sublime.
(A call to my one)
The joy within her strives betrays the flame.
She brings with me my songs, and now we run,
Our hearts beat out a love too wild to tame.
We fall into each other's perfect rhyme:
It's here where we exist, one heart, sublime.
(A call to my one)
Published 13th Mar 2017
| Edited 18th Mar 2017
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13th Mar 2017 10:55am
"It's there where we exist, one heart sublime"
Hep!..
then you encircled this whole beauty
with this : (A call to my one)
-Howlings
Hep!..
then you encircled this whole beauty
with this : (A call to my one)
-Howlings
14th Mar 2017 8:55am
Howlings, you are so kind... I had missed a message and I wrote this half asleep in bed... as a response, touched it up in the morning... My Muse whispers clearest when I don't offer much resistance... Thank you for your comment I always enjoy hearing from you... geoff
13th Mar 2017 6:53pm
14th Mar 2017 8:56am
25th Mar 2017 3:27am
I like the atmosphere of companionship and freedom. my favorite lines are line 3 & 4. the rhythm's very good. lines 2 was a little confusing.
25th Mar 2017 5:44am
First, thank you for the acknowledgement... It is deeply appreciated - as for line two "her strives" is a poetic shortening of "her strivings" but "strivings" would have altered the meter in a way I didn't want... I am grateful for your read and comments... I may choose a different word, but I'm happy with it for now... geoff
His call had left more than a year ago,
Till back at last her echo has come home.
Till back at last her echo has come home.
